You sauntered off and you said how's tricks
You can't mix drugs with your politics
So we took and talked and lost the plot
And after that everything seemed fine
And as it stings and beautiful collide
We watch each others worlds ride under the tide
The great pails of pouring rain
Go to an island or a house in Spain oh
Erect the gutters and move us in
Life or buildings and medicines
We all make the same mistakes
Our pitfalls pull us together
Friends for life and acquaintances
Romance and great distances
There's been so many casualties
But I cannot run out over these
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